The hawk knows of boundaries, yet plays in the Wind. Accepting of nature, she spreads her Wings.
It’s a beautiful sight, that I’m privileged to See. And, that I’m privileged to consider; that she’s here with Me.
With It
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The hawk knows of boundaries, yet plays in the Wind. Accepting of nature, she spreads her Wings.
It’s a beautiful sight, that I’m privileged to See. And, that I’m privileged to consider; that she’s here with Me.
NOT FOR RANT 